i had to do research on anemia so this might not be the best :’) )
Lance pushed himself up out of his bed, a distant look in his tired eyes as he went to his bathroom to clean up. He took his face mask off and ran a hand across his face, humming low in the back of his throat at the feeling of the smooth skin against his more rough hand. A small smile found its way onto his face and he was reaching for the medicine cabinet when he heard someone pounding on the door. He left the bathroom to get his clothes and let the robe he had been wearing slide off his bare shoulders so it fell onto his bed. He took his time with getting dressed and just as he was pulling on his long-sleeved shirt, he heard the door open, footsteps falling behind him. He went to turn around when two slim arms snaked around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder. He turned his head and felt a small smile spread across his face when his eyes met Keith’s, a hand coming up to take hold of the smaller male’s.
“Keith, I have to finish getting ready.” He murmured, turning his head just enough to press his lips against his cheek. Keith let a low hum leave him, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more.
“Shiro wants us at breakfast. Told me to come get you.” Lance sighed and leaned back against his boyfriend, eyes slipping shut.
“I’ll join you all in a minute.” He began to pull away when Keith tightened his arms around his waist and back up towards the door.<!
“No, we gotta go now.” Lance’s eyes darted towards his bathroom and when Keith finally released him, he went to move to the bathroom when Keith’s hand intertwined with his own. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There’s was a concerned tone in the smaller male’s voice, trying to meet Lance’s eyes. The Blue Paladin silently stared at the bathroom before looking at Keith, clearing his throat.
“Nothing, nothing. Let’s go.” He could take his medicine after breakfast, he’s forgotten before, it’d be fine as long as he took it right after breakfast. Besides, he didn’t take them yesterday and he was fine. Tired, very tired, but fine. Keith hesitated before nodding and slowly leading him to the bathroom, looking back at his boyfriend every few moments. Lance would just offer him a small, sleepy smile every time their eyes would meet.
As breakfast went on, Lance would start to space out, though he tried his hardest to stay concentrated on the conversations. He could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head, he noticed his boyfriends staring at him, both Shiro and Keith staring at him with concern in their eyes. He just offered them a smile before letting a sigh slowly fall past his lips.
When the group was getting ready to head to the training room, Keith and Shiro approached him.
“Are you okay?” Shiro’s voice cut through the haze in his mind and it took him a moment to respond.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” He waved a dismissive hand and smiled at them. A content little hum left him when he felt the Black Paladin’s lips press against his temple.
“We’re here if you need anything, Lance.” Keith took hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. Lance just smiled and nodded, his mind wandering away from the thoughts that yelled ‘take your medicine’ to ‘i love my boyfriends’. He didn’t go to his bedroom, no, he went with Shiro and Keith to change into their armor. He pulled it on, moving slower than he usually did. Shiro and Keith noticed it and shared a concerned look. As they walked to the training room, they stuck close to him, hoping the way he was swaying was just because of lack of sleep.
Training seemed to be going well, the group was moving as a team now instead of as five separate beings. Just as the castle dropped more training bots, a loud thump sounded behind the three who were more hand to hand along with Hunk’s panicked voice yelling ‘Lance’. They all spun around and Pidge’s eyes widened as they ran to Hunk and Lance’s side. The Blue Paladin was being held by Hunk, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily through his mouth.
“Pidge, go get his medicine!” Hunk ordered and the younger female nodded quickly before quickly taking off. Keith and Shiro rushed over to them, eyes widen and panicked as they stared down at their boyfriend.
“What happened to him-?!” Keith’s panicked voice was louder than usually, hands twitching to move and comfort his hyperventilating boyfriend.
“Is he having a panic attack?” Shiro’s voice cut in. His voice was calmer, though it wavered slightly as he tried to keep himself calm.
“Enough! He’s anemic, if he doesn’t take his iron pills, this happens. Now, one of you go get something for him to take the medicine with!” When Hunk noticed the two still standing there, he glared at them. “Go!” He snapped, snapping them out of their little daze. Keith was the one to bolt to the kitchen, Shiro dropping to his knees and taking hold of one of Lance’s hands.
Time seemed to go slow as they got the medicine to Lance, helping him take the pill. They sat together in the training room silently before Hunk sighed and carefully stood up, picking Lance up in his arms.
"I’m taking him to his room-” He started, pausing when he felt Shiro’s hand on his arm. He was quiet for a moment before sighing softly and moving to let the leader take his boyfriend from his arms. “Be careful with him.”
“Of course.” Shiro smiled softly before nudging Keith and leaving to take Lance to his room. The 19 year old had fallen asleep after they got him to take his medicine and the group had been relieved when he slowly buy surely began to calm.
They had to explain anemia to Allura and Coran, whom had both been trying to get them to put the Blue Paladin in the cryopod. Coran seemed more freaked out about it than Allura, but that was probably because he had gotten close to Lance over the past year or so.
“He’s going to be okay, right?” Keith stared at their passed out boyfriend, put his hand on the scanner so the door would open. He followed Shiro into the room and watched as he laid Lance down on the bed.
“He should be fine.” The older male murmured before letting out a soft sigh. He noticed Keith fidgeting and let out a tired chuckle. “Do you want to lay with him?” At the quick nod he got in reply, Shiro smiled softly and moved so Keith could carefully climb over Lance and lay on his side closer to the wall. His arms snaked around the Blue Paladin, holding him close to his smaller form. Shiro smiled softly before climbing into bed with them, one arm wrapped securely around Lance while the other was wrapped around both of them.
When Lance would wake up later in that day, he’d find his boyfriends holding onto him like he was going to disappear from their hold. After the incident in the training room, Shiro and Keith were constantly making sure Lance remembered to take his iron pills and though it was tiring, it was nice to know they cared.
Please do send me more prompts like this, this was so much fun to write!
warning:the usual swearing cause i’m practically a sailor tbh
description: your relationship started with fulfilled promises and ended with a string of broken ones.
Stretching your arms above your head and arching your back, you yawned loudly and turned to the side to see an empty, ruffled spot of duvet and a scruffy, scribbled note. You let out a harsh breath upwards and let the long stray of hair, that had fallen, blow up into the air in frustration. This time he had promised he would stay the night and yet here you were, lying in bed by yourself with nothing but the smell of sex in the air, slightly steamed up windows and memories that made your stomach fill with excitement and a hint of regret.
Its McCrees birthday and everyone is at his house for a the party, They are having a good time then Gabriel pulls out a Ouija board from his bag and tells everyone to gather round to play it. McCree, being the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to paranormal things reluctantly sit down in the circle. He’s the birthday boy so he HAS to join in.
Everyone except for Lena, Gabriel, McCree, Hana and Jack sits out because everyone else mutually agree that they’re gonna die if they join in
Gabriel, knowing full well McCree is scared of paranormal things gets him to ask the spirits if they are here. He’s only doing it because McCree and Hana played a prank on him and Jack earlier in a week where they mixed hair dye into Jack’s shampoo. Granted he’s not complaining about his boyfriends sexy black hair now (He likes it because his boyfriend looks edgy and it’s all he’s ever wanted for him). He would NEVER use a Ouija Board in his home, fuck that, it’s only okay to do it in his adopted sons home because he’s a demon of a son so it makes sense
McCree sucks it up and they all put their hands on the planchette (The Pointer thingy) and McCree squeaks out a greeting and ask for the Spirits name, and suddenly the pointer starts to move, everyone gasps and watches with baited breathe as they watch it move to the “H”. McCree holds his breath and tries not to laugh at his friends scaring him. Eventually it spells our “Hanzo” and McCree, albeit still spooked, but the idea of using a Ouija Board looks at Gabriel and says “Hanzo? Really, what a awfully stupid name, you could have atleast made up something better to scare me” and then Gabriel just looks at McCree his face literally just says “I’m not moving it” then suddenly the pointer jerks out of everyone’s fingers off the desk into the wall and everyone SCREAMS.
McCree lets out a loud “Oh fuck this no” and quickly puts away the Ouija board, covering it in hopes that it would make whatever spirit that they were talking to go away
After a few minutes of everyone just being shocked and spooked Gabriel squeaks out “We didn’t say goodbye to end the contract” McCree says “Well boo hoo it’s gone now, get that Ouija Board outside of my house right now, I’m NEVER letting any of you do anything like that again in my house”
Few Hours Later after everyone’s gotten drunk and forgot about the incident they leave and McCree goes and curls up in bed with a smile on his face because what a good birthday. His peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted when he dreams of pale skin blue skin and a snarl which makes him wake up with a shout, Breathing heavily he looks up to see a figure standing in his doorway and he lets out the loudest, manliest scream he could muster as he trips and falls out of bed reaching for Peacekeeper on his bedside table.
Suddenly there’s a oddly warm hand over his mouth muffling his yelling and then he’s being pushed down onto his bed and he looks up and he’s greeted with the exact same blue skin he seen in his nightmare, swallowing while trying to gather himself he looks into his attacker’s eyes and for a second all time freezes as he looks into pale white eyes.
Coming back to his senses McCree closes his eyes and tense his body as he tries to brace himself for being ripped to shreds by a demon, because, there’s a demon holding im down staring right at him with a scowl.
Then a husky heavily accented reaches McCrees ears as said Demon says “Cease your screaming, i am here to make you end out contract so i can leave, you didnt say goodbye”
McCree nods as the hand frees his mouth and he all but squeaks “You’re not going to kill me? You’re the Hanzo? The….. demon from earlier?’ and Hanzo replied with a "Yes i am, Though i want nothing more than to punish you for insulting me earlier, i promise i will not hurt you”
Then McCree passes out
Blah blah blah he wakes up thinking it was a dream but it wasnt then he freaks out again and Hanzo promises not to hurt him again and that all he wants to do is to end their contract but informs McCree he needs the Ouija board they used because like ritual magic seal bindings voodoo voodo stuff so McCree calls up Gabriel and asks from him to bring it over without explaining it and Gabriel is like “Oh yah we kinda threw out into the river because Jack was to scared to bring it home he said he would hold of sex if i didnt get it as far away from him as possible”
Upon hearing this Hanzo gets mad and shifts into a full on terrifying demon form and McCree closes his eyes and literally almost starts crying from seeing this and Hanzo looks at the human and feels guilty. So shifts back into a less terrifying form. Hanzo says there’s no way to end the contract and that they’re stuck together unless McCree dies which McCree instantly freaks out over but Hanzo looks at him and says “Even though that’s the only way to end our contract, i cannot harm you in anyway since i promised you never bring any harm to you. Damn Hanzos pride, he’s gonna have to suck it up being attached to this his scruffy cowman until he dies, it’ll only be a few decades. He can easily deal with that. Since he’s like a thousand years old.
McCree slowly comes to terms with being actually Haunted. He buys Garlic because he things it will help protect him against Hanzo but Hanzo laughs at him then puts a entire garlic bulb in his mouth and eats it as McCree watches on in horror.
Time pases. Hanzos annoying because he’s literally always watching McCree going "Ooo What’s this” “Ahhh” “What peculiar technology” and idk McCree shows him his TV and he spends hours watching it and it’s the only time McCree has been able to get away from him. Which he defiantly doesn’t spend jerking off to a certain pale blue demon with gorgeous glowing white eyes and rippling muscles.
McCree contacts Zenyatta whos like a exorcist or something? Idk? He can’t help though. Lame.
I ran out of ideas, You finish this AU. Bonus points if Hanzo is a succubus so he needs to have sex to feed or something and because he’s bound to McCree he’s the only person who he can be intimate with. Just as long as they “kiss kiss fall inlove”
ive never written anything w this relationship so i am pleased as punch and kinda wanna live in this world for a little while so i might post more
warnings: parent death ment
feat: everybody except scott and thor. i’ll probably find some way to work them in though.
a/n: bucky’s gonna b a bit of an ass
You were practically jumping up and down in the elevator because of how excited you were as the doors slid open. It’d been almost 6 months since you’d last seen Tony which was without a doubt the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing him in your life. Things had become chaotic in your life and his but the two of you still talked on a regular basis. You were his one sense of stability at this point in his life and he had proven time and time again that he would do anything to keep you safe.
Her shoelaces were tucked into her
sneakers, they weren’t tied, they weren’t knotted, they were tucked in, securely pushed inside of Betty’s white cheerleading sneakers.
Something was very wrong with Betty Cooper and Jughead had the shoelaces to prove it.
That was Betty’s thing, her one and only tell, when something was wrong she opted out of tying her shoes, choosing instead to securely tuck them inside the front, she had been doing this for as long as Jughead could remember and he had caught it when they were six years old, after a particularly brutal fight with her mother.
He could remember that day pretty vividly
Six year old Betty Cooper came flying into home room, her eyes frantic as she let out a heavy sigh before dropping into the seat beside Jughead, her long blonde pigtails touching the top of her desk. The ever observant, dark haired boy glanced down at her tiny pink sneakers, surprised to see her shoelaces tucked inside.
“Bets.. I think you tied your shoes inside out.” He said, a concerned eyebrow raised.
With red rimmed eyes the beautiful blonde princess turned to him, a sad smile on her lips
“They’re just shoelaces juggie”
That was the start and finish of the conversation, by the end of the period she was bouncing through the halls beside Archie and Jughead, only a ghost of sadness still on her eyes.
But it didn’t stop there, it stayed like that for years, Jughead knew every single time Betty was having a particularly bad day, all he had to do was look down.
So that brought him back to today, Betty was bouncing her knee under the booth at Pops, her fingers anxiously tapping on her notebook, he could tell her mind was somewhere else but it was only confirmed when he bent under the table to retrieve a stray pen.
“You okay?” He said softly, his eyes searching hers.
Betty looked up surprised
“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She pasted on the phoniest smile Jughead had ever seen and after raising an accusing brow, Betty deflated slightly.
“I’m just having a bad day is all, a lot on my mind.” She said it quietly, always afraid to put it in the air, afraid people would hear, that they would judge her for not being happy.
“Penny for your thoughts” the aspiring author, shut his laptop and slid his fries towards her. Betty smiled weakly, declining his offer before taking a deep breath and pausing a few seconds, debating whether or not to speak.
“I’ll never be good enough will I?” She said finally, her eyes glancing out the window.
“What?” Jughead asked, his eyes widening, he had heard her loud and clear but there was no way it could be true, that she could ever think…
“I’m just no good. I’m not good enough for my parents, they have Polly and with her going off to college, it seems like I can’t do anything right, I’ll never be as good as her. And even though I’m happy Archie found Veronica, it still stings.. he looked right at me that night of the dance and told me he could never feel the same way.. he could never love me.even Kevin’s dropped me for Veronica. When is it my turn to be loved? Why can’t someone want me?” Her eyes were filled with tears when she finally glanced up, misty green meeting stormy blue.
Now was his chance, he could tell her everything he had always wanted to say. Tell her he loved her, that she was everything to him, she was more than enough. He could take her in his arms right there in that tiny booth and kiss her until every insecurity disappeared. But he didn’t, he simply dropped his sweaty palms to his knees and stuttered
Suddenly Betty’s phone was ringing, it was Veronica, they had a late night cheerleading practice. Betty grabbed her books and stood from the booth
“Geez, I’m so sorry for unloading all of that onto you, I’m just being dramatic.. you know me” She rolled her eyes, tear tracks still on her cheeks “I’ll see you tommorow?” She asked, standing outside the booth, just as she went to walk away Jughead grabbed her arm.
She turned towards him, something different in her eyes as she looked up at him with flushed pink cheeks.
“I… you’re shoelaces are tied wrong” he finished lamely, mentally punching himself in the face.
Betty smiled sadly just like she had all those years ago, before turning away from him with a shaky voice
“They’re just shoelaces juggie.”
And then she was gone, leaving nothing but the idiotic boy behind her, kicking himself as he dropped his head to the metal booth in the center of the diner. He was gonna make this this right, he was gonna show her that she was loved more than she could even imagine.
That was his original plan as he stood outside Riverdale high two hours later, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he took in the cool night air, he felt his heart quicken when Betty walked out the front doors, Veronica’s arm slung around her. The raven haired heiress glanced in Jughead direction before whispering something in Betty’s war to make her blush as she headed the other way.
Betty smiled as she made her way towards Jughead
“Here to walk me home? Or are you just nervous because of my little breakdown in the diner earlier? I promise Juggie, I’m perfectly capable of getting home on my own.” She laughed.
Jughead gripped her hand, taking them both by surprise, spurred on by the feeling of her hand in his he felt his confidence peak slightly.
“I know you’re capable, but isn’t this what people like us, who have been through what we have.. do?” He trailed off, catching her eyes as she looked up.
“What?” Betty asked, throughly confused.
Turning his body to hers, Jughead grabbed both of her hands in his
“We’ve both been hurt by people we love, we’ve both been left standing alone and watching as they walk away. I know first hand how it feels to feel unlovable but… Betty you’re not. You could never be unlovable.” He said softly.
“What are you saying Jughead?” Betty’s eyes held hope and a lightness he hadn’t seen from her in ages along with something else
Taking her cheek in his palm, Jughead smiled shyly
“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered, choking on her name.
He watched nervously as her expression shifted from hopeful to absolute joy.
“Jughead jones, I love you”
They both seemed to move together like a magnet, his lips drawing into hers as he drank her up like she was the last drop of water on earth, her fingers stroking his jaw as his traced her neck.
Maybe they had lost something the day the people they loved walked away, but standing in each other’s embrace on a barren sidewalk, Betty’s shoelaces tucked into her sneakers and jugheads beanie, snug on his head they couldn’t help but think, maybe love was worth the wait.
Preference "How they take care of you after rough sex"
(Wooo more preferences :3 Yay for our faves being gentle and kind :D Hope it is as requested you all like it. Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)
Negan-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by sitting up on the bed and pulling you to his lap to hold you for a while before teasingly laugh at you. He’d want to let you know that he isn’t done with you but still try his best to show his more gentle side, especially seeing you so exhausted. He’d rub your back, your arms and lightly kiss your head, and just brag to you about how sweet he can be. “See, Y/N…I’m a gentleman…I fuck you right all night long and then I take care of you…Touch your body so softly you barely recognize me…isn’t that awesome? Yeah…But…I gotta tell you…I ain’t done with you…”
Daryl-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by pulling you closely to him to hold you and ask you if you are alright as he checks and rubs your body with his hands. He’d feel guilty about gripping your thighs and ass so tightly earlier that as he’d recollect himself, you’d notice how his usual caring self would come out. He’d want to make you feel loved and know how much you mean to him. “Y/N…are you okay? I-I’m so sorry about all of that…I mean…it was just the heat of the moment but still…Let me see…I have to see if I hurt you too much…I didn’t? Are you sure?”
Rick-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by kissing your forehead and reminding you of how much he loves you before sweetly asking you to join him in the shower. He’d simply realize how worked up you both are from the way you and him are panting as well as from the sweat you both are in and just want to clean you from everything he’s done to you and rather than just pulling you towards it, he’d put his efforts into convincing you. “Y/N…It was amazing…You were amazing…I love you…I didn’t hurt you, did I? Good…You’re so pretty like this…I can’t handle it…But…I need to shower before I leave, you want to come in with me…”
Merle-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by going slower with you and be more tender than usually, as he wants you to know that he holds you dear. For him, it wasn’t over but knowing how exhausted you must be from the way he handled you, he’d kiss you passionately and slowly. Even from the way he’d cup your cheek and hold your waist, you could feel the change he had went through from earlier. “Y/N…You were so good earlier…moaning and begging just as I wanted…Now you’re just making me want more…but i’m a good man so I’ll take care of you before getting back to work…”
Glenn-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by trying to make light of the situation, wanting to see you smile and just hold you as you lay face to face on the bed. He’d get self conscious about his actions as he’d hear your heavy breathing and see you turning away from him. It would make him say something lighthearted to make you laugh and have no choice but turn back to look at him. “Out of breath? Y/N, am I really that good? I mean did you hear yourself…you’re trying to catch your breath so much…It’s thanks to me! More like my fault? Oh come on!”
The Governor-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by preparing you a bath and coming back to pick you up so he can bathe you. He’d surprise you with how gentle and kind his touches are, making your heart melt. You’d spend some quiet quality time together, making him get all sweet with you and eventually get in the bathtub with you. He’d then hold you tightly to him, only to end up making love to you all over again but slower. “Does it feel better, Y/N? Is the water warm enough or did you want it cooler? It’s fine…alright if you say so…Did you like it earlier…When I…Did all those things…”
Abraham-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by pulling you to lay on top of him so he could just cuddle you that way and gently rub and knead at your body. He’d hate to see you rolling over to the other side of the bed to catch your breath, so he’d just say something sweet to make you look at him, making him have his chance to give you a look to make sure he can just grab you over. “Y/N…No don’t turn away your pretty face, eyes, and everything else of yours from me…Look at me the way you did earlier…Come here! Just let me hold you and make you feel even better about everything.”
Eugene-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by getting you some snacks and awkwardly apologizing about the way he handled himself with you as he sits next to you. After everything, he’d have the reflex to recollect himself by sitting up and turn the lamp back on. As he’d notice how out of breath you are, he’d feel oddly bad for it and grab you something to eat before voicing himself. “I-I got you these…Yeah I remember that they’re your favorites…Y/N…I-I’m really sorry…I i hurt you in any way…I-I really pushed it too much…What? You liked it?”
Jesus-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by softly kissing each of the hickey, bruises, scratches he might’ve caused you and sweetly apologize for each of them. He’d simply not be over you and want to keep you all to himself all over again. However, noticing how exhausted you are, he’d realize himself and quickly come up with a way to apologize as well as to do just as he wanted. “Y/N…look at you…Goodness, i’m so sorry…I’m really sorry baby…Here let me…I’ll erase the pain away…Of course by kissing them like this! Why wouldn’t I?”
Dwight-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by getting you some of your favorite snacks and cuddle you as you both start watching the TV. Hearing your panting and feeling you getting more comfortable in the bed, he’d realize what he had just done to you and want to apologize through his actions by getting you what you love the most as well as hold you to satisfy himself and in hopes to have a slower round later on for the night. “Y/N…Did I go too hard on you? Here I got you these…Come here…Let me hold you…How about we watch a little something before we go to sleep…or you know…Am I right?”
Morgan-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by holding you to him as his arm serves as a pillow for you and grabbing your hand to plant kisses as he apologizes to you for his act. Feeling you shift in the bed and hearing the way you breathe, he’d instantly feel the need to be closer to you and approach you. He’d skillfully slide his arm under your neck and gently wrap you to turn you to him before he reaches your hand. “Y/N, i’m so sorry…It was unusual of me…It’s just I wanted you that way earlier…Sorry for that…I can’t promise it won’t happen again…but i’ll try…Huh? You didn’t hate it…”
Shane-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by kissing your body softly and talking sweetly to you, only for it to gradually turn into a light tickle fight. He’d smirk and chuckle to hear the way you try to catch your breath and start to tease you for it. As you’d try to push him off, he’d use kinder words, making you soften and let him touch you with his lips. However, it would oddly make you laugh, only to make him want to hear your laughter even more. “Goddamn, Y/N…You’re a mess…Couldn’t control yourself, right? I’m joking…Sorry about that…You’re so cute like this…Makes me wanna take care of you…What? You’re ticklish? Come on!”
Milton-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by reaching to hold your hand as you lay next to him and ask you if there is anything you would want from him. As he’d recollect himself, he’d go through everything he had done to you in his mind and just be utterly shock. As he’d hear your heavy breathing, he’d just have an urge to return you a favor in any way he can, making him reach for your hand to make you look him in the eyes. “I-Is there anything I can do for you? Or get you? Whatever it is, Y/N…Please let me know…I-I don’t know why I did all those things but-…Wait, you liked it? Really?”
Aaron-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by tucking you in bed properly and cup your cheek as he apologizes for his attitude only then to get closer to you just to be able to hold you. He’d feel as if he had made a mess out of you and the room, that he’d have the feeling to make things back to the way it were. He’d want to make you feel comfortable at home and simply remind you that he was still the loving and caring man you fell for from the start. “Y/N, i’m so sorry for earlier…I just…I just felt like grabbing and holding you down and stuff…Yeah, sorry…but I can make it up to you…Here…Is it comfortable?”
Gabriel-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by planting soft kisses to every where he might’ve hurt you, only to end up just reaching back up to you to wrap his arms around you. He’d feel guilty the instant you’d shift away making him notice the different marks he had left on you from the things he had done. He’d then pin you down gently under him to keep you still for a moment and voice his apology for all of it while trying to “redeem” himself. “I-I’m so sorry Y/N…I really didn’t meant all those slaps to your…ass…or bites all over…or to call you a slut…Really, i’m just sorry for all of this…You’ll forgive me, right?”
The Wolf-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by showing you his gentle side by tucking your hair behind your ear as you lay face to face with him and asking you if you need anything else from him. Hearing you all out of breath and seeing you shifting away from him, he’d feel like you deserve to see a side he’d usually keep to himself or show when he needs you to know how he feels for you. “You okay, Y/N? Let me see…I didn’t to hurt you or anything…Just the moment was right…So…Yeah sorry…I-Is there something else you need…or want?”
Noah-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by taking a break with you, resting his head on top of yours as you lay next to him and holding your head. Feeling you leave his side to get to your side of the bed, he’d just want to be close to you to keep you a comforting company. He’d slide his hand into yours to keep you close and make his soft and usual self come out as he’d start to talk to you. “Hey…Y/N…You’re okay, right? Cool…I didn’t hurt you, right? That’s good to know…Even after all that I really enjoy just holding your hand like this…I’m serious…”
Simon-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by trying to make you laugh and smile with his comments and how playfully excited he can get when cuddling you. Hearing your heavy breathing, he’d praise himself out loud for messing you up this way, only to make you smile but try to hide it. Seeing you turn around, he’d grab your waist to turn you back and hug you tightly, only to wiggle you in his arms jokingly to show you how much he enjoyed having you. “Holy shit! I gave it to you good! You trembled! You screamed my name and begged for more! And now look at you, Y/N! Where are you going? Come here, you’re all mine and I love you!”
Ezekiel-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by pampering you in so many different ways, you’d nearly forget as to what had just happened. Feeling you turn away from him to catch your breath, he’d feel like you deserved to be treated like a true queen, making him serve you for the rest of the night. It wouldn’t matter as to what you would want or need, he’d go out of his way to get it for you or simply make it happen. “Y/N…You let me have my way with you…So good and kind of you…I am a lucky man to have you…That’s why I should give you whatever it is you desire to make you feel better…”
Benjamin-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by holding you in his arms for a while before getting up to make you a warm drink and a cold towel. Noticing you trying to catch your breath, he’d want to comfort you for the whole thing and get closer to hold you. He’d then get the feeling that it would be better if he got you something to drink and something to wipe yourself and get rid of yours sweat, making him get up for a moment, saying he’s got a surprise for you. “I-I apologize if I hurt you in any way…Really sorry…What? You don’t mind? You’re too nice, Y/N…I-I’ll go get something for you…”
Caesar-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by rubbing your body softly while kissing you before lowering himself to give you a gentle oral. Not even for an instance, he’d let you move away from him and just pin you down under him to keep you in place. He’d know how his actions might’ve hurt you and do his best to make you feel better about all of it. Knowing, how you love it when he’s gentle he’d then feel the need to have you all over again. “Tell me where it hurts, Y/N…I’ll take care of you…Just as you like it…”
Heath-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by he’d offer you to give you a massage and just make the bed more comfortable. Hearing you catch your breath and seeing you turn on your stomach to rest, he’d have the urge to touch you again and scoot closer to you. He’d touch your back softly and whisper to ask you if he can return you the favor for everything, making you chuckle and nod, only to feel him knead at you. “Y/N, I-I thought I should be returning the favor somehow…Can I…Can I rub your back? You know make you feel better…”
Spencer-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by smiling mischievously at you and sweet talk you as he gives cute and quick pecks at your body. Seeing you just rolling around the bed to get comfortable, he’d want to put a stop to it so he can feel you close to him. He’d then change completely his attitude from earlier and then get the opportunity to pin you lightly under him so he can start treating you the way he knows will make you smile genuinely. “Y/N, why are you so beautiful after I do these things to you? You smile so much and it makes it difficult for me to think of anything else but wanting you all over again…”
Richard-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by turning you on your stomach gently so he can straddle you lightly and softly plant kisses on your shoulders and back. Hearing you catching your breath, he’d feel like you deserve everything he has to offer to you and show you how gentle he can be even after everything he had done to you. He’d shift closer to you and tuck your hair away to kiss your cheek and lips tenderly before pinning you down. “You were so good, Y/N…I can’t let you sleep yet…This time, I’ll take care of you…You’ll let me, right?”
Nicholas-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by scooting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you to hold you tightly as he plants soft kisses to your neck. Feeling you shift in the bed to get comfortable, he’d want you to have that feeling in his arms, making him approach and stop you from moving around. He’d finally hold you in his arms and spill his feelings about you and how it was all good. “I love you, Y/N…You’re perfect…Everything about you…Not to mention, earlier…”
Gareth-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by asking you if you’re fine, only to continue depending on your answer. Hearing you out of breath, he’d feel proud about himself and just smirk while looking at you. However, slowly he’d feel like you would want something from him as he had ask of you and check on you. He’d then let you know that whatever you need he’ll offer to you, knowing how comforted you could feel. “Hey…Y/N…Y-You okay? I mean…I did do all those things to you…So if there’s anything just say something…”
Tobin-After a round of rough sex, he’d take care of you by pulling you for a long and tender kiss for a while before praising you for being so good and getting up to get you something to eat or drink. Feeling the bed sheets being pulled up from you and hearing you catch your breath, he’d chuckle and move closer to hold you. He’d make you look him in the eyes to get you to kiss him, only to praise you in between each of the kisses. “It was perfect…No…You were perfect…Y/N…Look at me…I mean it…You were and are definitely…”
Michonne-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by soothing your body with her touches to the point where you drift to sleep. Hearing you trying to catch your breath, she’d smile to herself and approach you to feel your body next to hers. She’d then set her hands over your body to feel you again, only to make you feel comfortable and for her to want to make you fall asleep as she feels you deserve it. “Y/N…Tired? Sorry about that…How about I pay you back…Here let me…”
Maggie-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by pulling you to her chest and just comb your hair with her fingers as she let’s you drift to sleep. Feeling you shift in the bed to turn away from her, she’d reach to grab your hand and say your name, to catch your attention. As you’d turn to look at her, she’d reach to your waist to pull you closer to her and eventually get you to rest your head on her chest. “Y/N…Don’t go too far away…Come here…I’ll make you feel even better than earlier…I’m serious…”
Andrea-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by praising you for being this good to let her have her way with you as she cups your face. Hearing you catching your breath, she’d chuckle and turn to look at you and wait for you to do the same. As you’d lock eyes, she’d scoot closer enough for you to feel her breath, making her start to treat you differently from earlier. “You really are such a good one, Y/N…Letting me do whatever I want to you…I love that about you…You’re tired aren’t you? I can tell…”
Jessie-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by letting you rest and going downstairs to prepare a little something for you to eat before going back up. Hearing you out of breath, she’d feel slightly bad about what had happened and stroke your hair for a moment before pulling the blanket up and telling you to stay still as she’ll be going to get something for you. “You must be tired, Y/N…Because of me…Sorry…Here let me help…I-i’ll go get something, i’ll come back okay…”
Beth-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by apologizing to you profusely and just grab your arms and hands to her so she can kiss whatever pain she thinks you have. As she’d glance at you, she’d chuckle to see you breath in and out so fast but seeing the marks she left on you, suddenly she’d stop. She’d get closer to you and instantly check on you, only to start caring for you. “Oh my god…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…Did I hurt you or anything? I didn’t mean to if it does…Wait let me see your hands…”
Sasha-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by wrapping you in the blanket and plant kisses to your forehead to reassure you. Feeling you shift on the bed to get comfortable, she’d want to help you and just pull the blanket to make you feel at home. She’d want to let you know that despite everything she had done to you that she does indeed care for you by starting to kiss you all over again.
Rosita-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by pretending to be rude, sarcastically telling you to scoot over or just leave the room, only to make you laugh. Hearing you trying to catch your breath, she’d chuckle and jokingly push you away to your side of the bed. Knowing it’ll make you laugh instead, she’d keep at it before you decide to get back at her. “Hey…Y/N…Move over…You’re taking up the whole bed…It’s mine too you know…Move…Hey, what are you doing?”
Tara-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by wrapping you in her arms and resting her head on your chest, only to end up grabbing your hands to kiss them. To hear you out of breath and seeing you trying to get comfortable while still being close to her, she’d just find you so cute that she needs to show how much she cares for you. She’d end up pinning you under him and hold you to make sure you know of her feelings. “I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything…It was just the heat of the moment…I love you, Y/N…You really are the best…”
Carol-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by holding you in her arms as she manages to make your side of the bed comfortable. Hearing your heavy breathing, she’d feel slightly guilty for what she had done to you and just scoot over to you. Without warning, she’d pull you to hold you and behind you, you’d feel her other hand rearranging the pillow for you.
Arat-After a round of rough sex, she’d take care of you by getting you up on your feet and leading you to the shower. Seeing how sweaty she had made you and hearing you trying to catch your breath, she’d feel like you deserve a treat from her. She’d plant kisses over cheeks and turn away to get up and give you a hand, making you understand as to what she means. “Come on…Let’s go take a shower together…You know we both need it…”
After spending two years with the Initiates glued to Obi-Wan’s side, Anakin is chosen as Padawan by Master Windu, who had once been most vocal in objecting to Anakin’s presence in the Order. While the boy still has much to learn, Mace now sees great potential Anakin, impressed by his progress in adapting to the Jedi way. Anakin’s relative comfort with the Jedi is no doubt heavily influenced by his friendships with his peers, namely Garen Muln and Quinlan Vox, but mostly his increasingly deep bond with Obi-Wan, a fellow Initiate only two years his senior.
Anakin is still a bit wary of adult authority figures despite Obi-Wan’s insistence that they only want to help. He is especially careful around men, who he saw abuse his mother too many times on Tatooine. While Anakin deeply respects Master Windu and is more than a little awed to be chosen as his apprentice, he is also unsure of the Councilor’s intentions.
Mace’s former Padawan, Depa Billaba, helps break the ice. Anakin finds it much easier to trust her, unintentionally overlapping her reassuring presence with that of his mother’s. She becomes his closest confidant after Obi-Wan while he slowly learns to open up to his new Master, who patiently waits until he can earn Anakin’s trust.
Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters’ write-a-thon Day 1 prompt.
A/N: So you’re going to give me a backhanded compliment and then insult me by telling me my fics are shitty? Well here’s ANOTHER one for you. Two in one day, will ya look at that? *clears throat* Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Thank you for proofreading @how-could-i-do-this ! Also, I’m leaving for a trip soon, so I’m not sure if I have time to write. @nesthemonster - this is for you.
Thanks for reading!
The Miranda kingdom was breathtaking.
Though you’d already seen the scenery – the sprawling green plains, mountains and hills that decorated the horizon, and the fields littered with farmers that tended to their crops and livestock – experiencing it once was not enough for you to appreciate its beauty. As you neared the first village, you noticed that children, boys and girls alike, were running alongside the carriage, waving their tiny arms in greeting. You automatically waved back, giggling when their eyes went wide.
Without much thought about your prior spat, you tugged on Prince Lin’s sleeve to catch his attention. “Say hello!”
He gave you an amused stare but acquiesced, lifting his hand in acknowledgment to the sprinting children. You laughed when they shrieked in delight, their bright smiles shining under the sun despite the growing distance between them and the carriage. “I imagine that you are very popular with the children in the villages,” you teased, tucking the loose tendrils of hair that the wind toyed with behind your ear, “they are quick to idolize people that they admire… and your similar temperaments must be appealing to them as well.”
Prince Lin scoffed and propped his chin on his hand, elbow resting against the window of the carriage. “Are you calling me a child, Princess?” he questioned, regarding you carefully.
You leaned back against the seat, purposely not meeting his gaze as you grinned. “Maybe.”
“I am anything but a child,” he murmured, shifting close, “would you like a proof of my manhood, Princess?”
explained, a sin-eater is someone who consumes a ritual meal to magically
take on the sins of another person, thus absolving the person and saving their
has another name for this person: Jesus Christ.
The son of God who died for our sins. The concept that superheroes are
Christ like figures is nothing new, and is certainly one I’ve written about
before. However, “The Sin- Eater” is as close as Arrow has ever come to a
literal comparison. Oliver Queen has a
history of taking others’ sins upon himself. Essentially, blaming himself for
their wrongs. As if somehow taking responsibility for them will save them.
died for our sins, if that action of selfless love is our salvation, then why
do we ever need to be held accountable for our sins? Aren’t we already
that’s just not the way it works. There is nothing we can ever do that will
stop God from loving us, but that does not prevent us from seeking His mercy.
Yes, Christ died for our sins, but we must be held accountable for those sins.
We have to seek forgiveness. We have to desire salvation in order to truly
achieve it. The door to God is always open. There’s nothing we can ever do to
close it, but we still must make the choice
to walk through it.
Oliver Queen really saving anyone by being a sin-eater? Or maybe the better
question is… is Oliver even worthy of
y’all i saw some new fans not recognizing spinebreaker so this is a good time to remind those who haven’t listened to the earlier parts of bts’ discography to do so. i promise you wont regret it. their discography is hella solid even early on in their career and you will not be disappointed.
prompt: ‘ice skating au? either professionals or going skating for the first time’ for anonymous
word count: 3534
Bellamy’s never been ice skating before, but Clarke’s going to be there, so obviously he’s not missing it.
Ice skating, in theory, can’t be that much different than rollerblading.
And Bellamy knows how to rollerblade… he’s pretty sure. He has vague, hazy memories of wearing kneepads and a too-big helmet when he was younger, scraping his hands against the pavement before he got the hang of it. It’s one of the few things from that far back that he can still remember—before Aurora’s dependency became apparent and their lives went to… well, shit.
Anyway, he assumes it’s one of those like-riding-a-bike things you don’t ever forget. Or at least, it better be, because that’s the only thing he’s got going to convince himself that he’s not insane for agreeing to go ice skating when Raven suggested that they all go over the weekend.
It’s worth noting that no one’s stupid enough to ask if she’ll be able to skate at all, given her leg. Mostly because if you’re around Raven long enough, it becomes pretty obvious that if she says she’s going to do something, she’s going to do it. She’s probably the most badass person Bellamy knows.
But she’s not the reason that Bellamy is resolved to go ice skating when he’s technically never been before. Pretending that honor goes to anything but the fact that he’s in love with Clarke would be painfully pitiful at this point.
He’s pretty sure Raven knows. Hell, he’s pretty sure everyone knows, besides Clarke herself—though that seems overly optimistic, if he’s as obvious as he feels like he is—which at least means no one is surprised when he’s twice as invested in group hangouts when she’s involved. That doesn’t mean they don’t make fun of him. Because his friends are still assholes.
Bellamy is, overall, starting to feel like a real adult—and less like someone who’s the age of the adult but still trying to catch up with everyone around him. Less like someone who turned 18 and became a legal guardian. Not that he’s ashamed of that, but it is nice to finally feel on top of things. So theoretically he should be able to handle ice skating. Surely that’s a thing he can figure out.
He’s less sure about handling his crush on his best friend.
His phone buzzes with a text from Clarke, asking if they should plan to head to the rink together tomorrow, and he grins down at it like it might respond in kind.
His friends aren’t wrong about how pathetic he is, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still assholes.
A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my ficYou Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go.
Y/n has been away for so long. I feel like whenever I am working or away she is off and sitting at home but whenever she has work or has to fly somewhere I am always home alone. I just miss her a lot and feel like we both haven’t had a proper time to really be with each other in months. Ever since y/n’s modeling job really got going and she got more important roles we really haven’t seen each other.
I’ve been trying to contact her but every time we do reach each other she is always busy working and can’t talk. I just want her back home and back in my arms where she truly belongs. We have been together for so long almost 3 years and most of it we were seeing each other till 6 months ago she starting to do some modeling for teen vogue and ever seen then she as been everywhere modeling with so many different companies.
Prompt: Michael and you are friends with benefits.
A/N: Someone requested Michael smut but I like to write the lead ups to them first because it makes the smut more intimate. I hope you are all okay with that. I can imagine that this fic will be maybe 3 Parts when I map it out in my head. Sorry if this one is boring. I promise part two will be a lot more exciting. I tried out doing different Point of Views(POV) because I thought it would help make more sense of the story. Please leave feedback so I can know what I should change for the next part. Did you love it? Hate it? Let me know! Also, Happy Easter to everyone!
You turned the corner on your way to The Garrison. Isaiah and Michael had taken off from the offices an hour or so before you had. You needed to finish some work. Plus, you wanted to reapply some makeup and redo your mess of hair that you threw up this morning to avoid being late.
“Come on, Y/F/N! Let’s just get out of here! You have been staring at paperwork all day. I’m surprised your eyes still function and that your brain hasn’t fried. Plus we are the last ones here.” Isaiah joked sitting on the edge of your desk. You didn’t let your eyes stray from all of the work laid in front of you. The papers on your desk still required lots of attention and seemingly so did Isaiah as he grabbed the pen out of your hand and holding it far out of your reach.
“Isaiah, I’m serious I need to finish this! Tommy’s gonna have my head if I don’t get this done!” You pleaded, pausing to change your tone. “And I’m going to have yours if you don’t give that back to me right now!” You demanded standing to try and grab it out of his hands. You bit your lower lip to keep yourself from laughing, trying desperately to look stern.
“Fine, but only because you asked nicely.” He said sarcastically, holding it in front of you and pulling it away again jokingly. You gave him a stern look, to which he gave it back to you still chuckling. A curse word came out of your mouth as you started laughing with him. You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had made you laugh.
BTS Reacts to You Giving Them the Silent Treatment
Hey guys! I got this request a while ago but I had a bit of writer’s block on it, so it’s like way late…. I’m so sorry! I’ll try to do better in the future! My inbox is open to any requests you guys have for any group. There is no limit on the number of groups you add to a request, reaction or scenario. It’ll take longer, the more groups there are, but I’ll work on it as fast as possible. If you have any questions or just wanna talk, feel free to send me a message!
The basis of this one is that you are upset at them because you had plans to have a date later in the week, and you were really looking forward to it, but they had to cancel because of a last minute rehearsal was added for the upcoming tour.
Jin would know he messed up as he told you. When you began to give him the silent treatment, he would try to think of the best way to apologize. While you were ignoring him, he would cook your favorite meal. He might have flowers delivered to the apartment and set them in the middle of the table. Once you were both seated, he would take your hand.
“I’m sorry, Jagi. I hope that I’m not home enough, but I hope that you can forgive me?” Jin asks, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand.
Suga would be unsure of how he’s supposed to feel about your reaction. At first, it may not bother him because he’s a quiet individual. After a while, he would begin to feel uncomfortable with the silence. He would sit next to you, staying quiet for a moment before he releases a sigh.
“I’m sorry. If I promise to try to come home a little earlier from now on, will you please just talk to me?” Suga pleads, lifting his hand to gently brush your hair out of your face.
J-Hope would wear himself out trying to get you to forgive him. He would do aegyo, perform girl group dances, and make a complete fool out of himself. You would have forgiven him a while ago, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Finally, he collapses on the couch next to you, his expression dejected.
“Jagiya, please forgive me. I really wanted to go and spend time with you, but with the tour so close, this rehearsal is mandatory,” J-Hope pulls you into a tight hug, his face buried in your hair.
Rapmon’s first instinct would be to get you a gift to make up for it. The problem is, he wouldn’t know what to to get you. This would result in him buying you way too many gifts, some of which you’re not sure why he bought. After seeing how much he thought of you, you couldn’t help but forgive him.
“I know that this date was important to you, baby. After this tour, I’m taking a whole week off. Will that be enough time to make up for it?” Rapmon’s hands cup your cheeks, his touch soft.
Jimin would be beating himself up. He would seem distant because he’s unhappy with himself. It would bother him that you were disappointed in him. He wouldn’t say anything to you, letting you go to bed without him. At this point, you knew he was blaming himself more than you were. He would come to be after he thought you were asleep, holding you close.
“I love you, Jagi. I’m so sorry we had to cancel. I hope you can let me make it up to you,” Jimin asks quietly, tears wetting his lashes.
V would refuse to accept your silence. He would engage in what is best described as aggressive cuddling. What this means is that he would cuddle you and refuse to let you go until you forgive him. You were annoyed at first, but you couldn’t help but succumb to his cuteness.
“Please don’t be mad anymore. If you forgive me, then we can go get ice cream,” V pleads, biting his lip.
Jungkook wouldn’t be sure of what he’s supposed to do. He doesn’t like the fact that you are upset with him but he doesn’t know how to make you feel better. You would be curled up on the couch, facing away from him. He would sit at your feet, gently lifting them into his lap. Quietly, he begins to sing. He would continue to sing and cycle through songs for a while until he felt that you had relaxed.
“Jagi, I promise that the next day I get off, we will spend the whole day together. We’ll do whatever you want. Just please, forgive me?” Jungkook says softly, his gently massaging your calves.
I hope you guys enjoyed! It’s a shorter reaction, but hopefully you enjoy it. My inbox is open to any requests you guys have for BTS, or any of the other groups listed on my blog.
You know that little
boys aren’t supposed to go into strange rooms with men they just met, right?
When I was ten, I knew this too, but I was a huge video game nerd. In the
1980’s, if you wanted to play video games, you had to go to the arcade in the
The arcade had a wide array of video games in the lobby
area. But the best games were hidden in a secret room at the back of the store.
I had heard about it from other boys at school. They said that if you spent a
lot of time (and quarters) playing video games on the main floor, the owner,
Stanley, would take you into the backroom where the secret games were kept.
The guys said that Stanley got access to the arcade games
months before they came out. It was also rumored that there were some games in
the backroom that were too risqué for the main floor. Weird underground video
games from Japan that involved sex and gore.
I had been coming to the arcade with my friends for over a
month, but Stanley never showed any interest in me until I came by myself one
You have to understand that this was a safe, quaint college
town in the 1980s. Things were different. Moms would drop their kids off at the
mall, armed only with stern warnings about talking to strangers - and leave
them there for hours. Everyone did this. It wasn’t neglectful.
I was playing Street Fighter when Stanley approached me. “You’ve
spent a lot of time at that game.” I was a little shocked that he was right
here. I had seen him around the store, but never this close. It was like seeing
a celebrity in person for the first time.
“Ya. I’ve almost gotten a high score
He asked, “Do you want to play some other games in the back?”
And that was it.
It was like he had asked me if I wanted a million dollars. I
backed away from my game (right in the middle of a hard level) and said, “Yes.”
Right away. No hesitation. That’s how stupid I was.
As he led me back through the game room lobby, he asked,
“Has anyone told you about the back room?” I didn’t want to get anyone in
trouble for telling the secret. He promised that they wouldn’t get in trouble.
He just needed to know who it was. I gave him Jonathan Blakely’s name.
When we entered the backroom, I felt a pang of
disappointment. I quickly scanned the arcades along the wall, but didn’t see
anything particularly salacious. A few older games. One or two that had
recently broke and were removed from the game floor. There were three separate
doors to some further rooms on the side. I guessed they might be bathrooms or
an office area.
There was also another boy about my age in the room. He was
playing one of the wild west shooter games. Stanley walked me over and
introduced the boy as Ian. Ian greeted me with a casual “Hey” and a smile. He
lowered his red plastic gun, looked at Stanley, and said “Now that there’s
another kid, can we play that special game?”